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The truth is I'm scared,
But what is there to fear?
This is everything I've wanted.
So, then why am I in tears?
 Dec 2018 tanisha rakhel
kimin
Fear
 Dec 2018 tanisha rakhel
kimin
I fear, that one day
You won't be there anymore,
That none of you will be there,
Probably going off to do something
Valuable in your life,
Or that you got sick and tired of us.

I fear,  that I won't be able,
To handle the feeling of,
Letting you go, after the journey
Of having to know you,  and
The memories that shared.

I fear,  that one day,  I might forget you
That I might get over you,  without
Knowing, that memories fade in time.
Then we start to fade.

I fear, that I might love you too much,
That I don't want to let you go,
Even when the time comes, for you
To let me go.

- ponder
Haven't posted for a while. Here some things that kept me thinking
And I knew what I was
When you called me disgrace
I was the sun exploding into space

And I was knew what I was
When the light broke through silence
Like that great hound through my fence

Drown out
Out
Out
The fear
Fear
Fear
Of day
Day
Day

So let's burn
And turn
Into ash
Like the skyline
You pine
But never ask

If I knew what I was
 Dec 2018 tanisha rakhel
sam
I wake up and think of you
but I fear you do not do the same

it's been like this for weeks
waking up from the same old dream,
the dream that makes me teary eyed and weak
controlled by you.

but please don't think i'm trapped
for this is not the case at all
you see, it's only because i love you
that i have the nerve to speak

i love you, my dear,
but I fear you do not feel the same.
this is one of my first poems so any constructive criticism is welcome :)
i’m made of sidewalk cracks and moments i should’ve taken
i’m made of broken rings and the wrong girls i put my trust in.
because i didn’t know what love was until i kissed a girl made of thorns
and i didn’t know what happiness was until fear started sleeping without locking the door.
i’m no where near what the world makes me out to be
what it expects from me
and maybe that’s okay.
i’m made of ****** coffee and the constant pressure of being something else
i'm made of holes in the foundation and girls that kiss me just to watch me melt.
because i didn't know what lust was until i touched skin made of broken glass
and i didn't know what hope was until i fell a little too fast.
my story ends before it even starts
because forever is only real if you look like art
but i look like broken promises in an empty hallway
and maybe that's okay.
and strange what desire will make foolish people do
Seven shots with ****** knuckles,
four bottles of letting everyone down,
Eight hits from a disappointing life.

It only took me one trip to the rehab center called your touch. I used the medicine of your love to become sober.

now I am dependent on you, I need you every day and do not feel the same without you. I have an itch when I'm away and a warmth when I'm close. I became addicted to your love.

twelve tabs of compassion,
three pints of self-worth,
five pills of your warm embrace,
And one injection of beautiful passion.

I want you...

I need you...

I have you.

I love you.
One person can change your life in more ways than you could ever imagine.

— The End —